The Grave Man Quotes

“After almost ten years as a Denver cop, Sam was sick of seeing what humanity was really capable of. He”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Cartoon Network dot com, the shows are stupid, but at least they're entertaining and keep her calm.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“and see what new horrors he'd have to deal with. The past four months he'd been on loan to the DEA, and they'd made some big drug busts, shut down some of the most evil purveyors of sin and death that ever lived, but they were like the mythical hydra—as soon as you cut off one of its heads, three more grew back to take its place. Sam wanted to stop cutting off heads and”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“way through the back entry to the detectives' division. There weren't so many people there that day, and it seemed like a lot of them were avoiding the place, just staying away as much as they could. He could understand that. After almost ten years as a Denver”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“wasn't as pleasant lately, Sam thought, as he made his way through the back entry to the detectives' division. There weren't so many people there”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“After almost ten years as a Denver cop, Sam was sick of seeing what humanity was really capable of. He had grown up reading cop stories, always seeing how the cops would save the day, watching them rescue the innocent and punish the guilty every week on TV, until he finally knew that he had to be one himself.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“blinked a couple of times. “Danny, I've been awake for about fifteen minutes, and haven't even opened my Starbuck's yet. What the heck are you talkin' about?” “I'm sayin', maybe we're goin' about this all the wrong way, tryin' to find dealers”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Building a relationship with my readers is the very best thing about writing. I occasionally send newsletters with details on new releases, special offers and other bits of news relating to my Mystery novels.   And if you sign up to the mailing list, I'll send you all”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“best songwriting partner I've ever had, but besides that, he's a pretty good guy. We have a sort of history together, but I won't go into that. I just have a bad feeling about this, and I don't think we're gonna see him again.” Sam got back into his”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Facebook. No matter what else they're doin', these bastards never miss checking in on Facebook every day, several times a day. They go on, look at what people are sayin' on their pages, sometimes they answer and sometimes they don't and then they go back to their drug dealin' ways.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Sam wanted to stop cutting off heads, and find the creature's heart, but there was almost no evidence as to where that heart might be. They knew there was something big behind the drug operations in the city, but it was so well organized and so carefully designed that no one seemed to have any idea where or how to find it.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Going to the office wasn't as pleasant lately, Sam thought, as he made his way through the back entry to the detectives' division. There weren't so many people there that day, and it seemed like a lot of them were avoiding the place, just staying away as much as they could. He could understand that. After almost ten years as a Denver cop, Sam was sick of seeing what humanity was really capable of. He had grown up reading cop stories, always seeing how the cops would save the day, watching them rescue the innocent and punish the guilty every week on TV, until he finally knew that he had to be one himself. After a short stint in the Army that never even got him out of the country, he'd come home and applied for the academy. He'd been accepted, and that was the start of an illustrious career. Now, it was all he could do to drag himself out of bed in the mornings, make himself come in and see what new horrors he'd have to deal with. The past four months he'd been on loan to the DEA, and they'd made some big drug busts, shut down some of the most evil purveyors of sin and death that ever lived, but they were like the mythical hydra—as soon as you cut off one of its heads, three more grew back to take its place. Sam wanted to stop cutting off heads and find the creature's heart, but there was almost no evidence as to where that heart might be. They knew there was something big behind the drug operations in the city, but it was so well organized and so carefully designed that no one seemed to have any idea where or how to find it. His cell rang as he sat down at his desk, and he saw his partner's number. Dan Jacobs was already out on his station, watching one of the dealers they'd identified the day before. “Yo,” Sam answered. “Sam, it's Dan. I been thinkin', and it seems to me that we might be lookin' in the wrong direction, y'know?” Sam blinked a couple of times. “Danny, I've been awake for about fifteen minutes, and haven't even opened my Starbuck's yet. What the heck are you talkin' about?” “I'm sayin', maybe we're goin' about this all the wrong way, tryin' to find dealers and trail 'em, follow the tracks up the ladder. There's something about this whole setup that smacks of serious organization, something big enough to hide in plain sight, know what I mean? If it's that well laid out, we can follow minions all day long, we're never gonna find the top guy, because they don’t ever see the top guys.” Sam nodded. “Yeah, you're probably right,” he said, “but unless you got a crystal ball lead on where else to go, I don’t know what good it's doin' us. Where else we gonna find any leads at all? Got a clue, there?” “Maybe,” Dan said. “We've been tailing a lot of these clowns the past few weeks, right? Have you noticed one thing they all do the same?” Sam thought about it, but nothing jumped out at him. He looked at it from a couple of different angles, then shook his head. Into the phone, he said, “Nope. So, what is it?” “Facebook. No matter what else they're doin', these bastards never miss checking in on Facebook every day, several times a day. They go on, look at what people are sayin' on their pages, sometimes they answer and sometimes they don't, and then they go back to their drug dealin' ways.” Sam rubbed his temple. “Dan, everyone does that. Everyone on freakin' earth is on Facebook, and always checkin' it out. That's just part”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Road Kill Cafe, you kill 'em, we grill 'em!”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“home, I've been cleaning, and you need to fire your cleaning lady! The gunk I got out of your carpet and kitchen counters? Grrr-oss!” Sam grinned.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Without being a cop, Sam Prichard wasn't really all that sure who he was.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Sam was stunned. “A wheelchair? A wheelchair? What kinda cop you know goes around in a wheelchair? How”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“little man syndrome”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Okay, he told himself, enough Memory Lane crap. Let's get back to”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“cleaning lady! The gunk I got out of your carpet and kitchen counters? Grrr-oss!” Sam grinned. “We'll talk about it when I get there. Bye!” He called”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“with three extra bedrooms upstairs”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“jacket and tie and tossed them onto the couch. “Now we can go!” He took her arm and led the way to the van, held the doors open and put Kenzie in with her car seat first, then held Indie's door for her. When they were both in, he went around and got behind the wheel, and drove them to one of his favorite restaurants: Taco Bell!”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“told you, man, if you find out who they are, they kill you. I think he wants to meet you so he can look you in the eye before you die!”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“sat there for a moment. “What happened to Kenzie's father? Is he around?” She made”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“Indie sat there without speaking for moment, then shook her head. “It's no problem,” she said. “The thought that you might need it just makes me a little bit nervous, that's all. I'll be okay.” He went”
― David Archer, The Grave Man

“maybe we're goin' about this all the wrong way, tryin' to find dealers and trail 'em, follow the tracks up the ladder. There's something about this whole setup that smacks of serious organization, something big enough to hide in plain sight, know what I mean? If it's that well laid out, we can follow minions all day long, we're never gonna find the top guy, because they don’t ever see the top guys.”
― David Archer, The Grave Man